some days are better than others
Sep. 7th, 2020 10:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mistersmearcase[deleted some whining. Apartment hot, hard to sleep, need to change diet and maybe avoid wheat forever. Possibly should cut drinking down to one a week or something. Not thrilled about any of it.]
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Twitter remains absolutely baffling to me. I wish I'd stayed off it but now I find it engaging in certain ways and less aversive since I developed some ability not to respond to stuff. Anyway now I'm following some gays in their 20s and 30s and they just are such space aliens. They post nekked pics with their faces in them, or just sorta "gosh, I took off my shirt, I'm so pale, I bet I look really bad!" bizarro humble-brag thirst-trap stuff. I'm glad that they're so liberated and so willing to show me and the universe their junk but also feel like the ones I'm finding have nothing else apparently going on unless maybe just a slightly funny version of the universal Twitter sense of humor that I generally find grating. Usually involves those dialog jokes that involve the phrase
"Me: "
It's better than big Extremely Online Left arguments, though. Whatever their other faults and virtues, these young, hairless exhibitionists don't seem to spend a lot of time weighing in on who is "problematic."
I think what I'm doing is just following people and then following people they interact with until I find the seven people on twitter who do not feel like space aliens to me.
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WB is going to stay, did I mention this?, in the back yard "casita" of friends who live in a small town in Colorado, for three weeks, probably leaving Saturday. I can't go and don't really want to, but I'm feeling weird about three weeks alone and anxious-attachment-styley about him wanting to go away for three weeks. I have a weird time on my own after 7 years of cohabitation. I enjoy it some and feel crazy some. I should think of stuff I can do while he's gone like play harpsichord more without feeling like I'm making an inescapable racket. I think I'll set up some zooms with friends even though zooming with friends is inherently awkward and unsatisfying. We could do a big former LJ zoom and look at each other in terror.
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Twitter remains absolutely baffling to me. I wish I'd stayed off it but now I find it engaging in certain ways and less aversive since I developed some ability not to respond to stuff. Anyway now I'm following some gays in their 20s and 30s and they just are such space aliens. They post nekked pics with their faces in them, or just sorta "gosh, I took off my shirt, I'm so pale, I bet I look really bad!" bizarro humble-brag thirst-trap stuff. I'm glad that they're so liberated and so willing to show me and the universe their junk but also feel like the ones I'm finding have nothing else apparently going on unless maybe just a slightly funny version of the universal Twitter sense of humor that I generally find grating. Usually involves those dialog jokes that involve the phrase
"Me: "
It's better than big Extremely Online Left arguments, though. Whatever their other faults and virtues, these young, hairless exhibitionists don't seem to spend a lot of time weighing in on who is "problematic."
I think what I'm doing is just following people and then following people they interact with until I find the seven people on twitter who do not feel like space aliens to me.
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WB is going to stay, did I mention this?, in the back yard "casita" of friends who live in a small town in Colorado, for three weeks, probably leaving Saturday. I can't go and don't really want to, but I'm feeling weird about three weeks alone and anxious-attachment-styley about him wanting to go away for three weeks. I have a weird time on my own after 7 years of cohabitation. I enjoy it some and feel crazy some. I should think of stuff I can do while he's gone like play harpsichord more without feeling like I'm making an inescapable racket. I think I'll set up some zooms with friends even though zooming with friends is inherently awkward and unsatisfying. We could do a big former LJ zoom and look at each other in terror.
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Date: 2020-09-07 07:26 pm (UTC)And yeah, if this were a normal summer and we could all go chill at the beach or Russian River and truly appreciate suns out guns out weather, that'd be one thing but... trapped at home, no workout, no tan... sigh.